Sam, happy to be in Licoln City after a day at the beach.
Once again, one of those milestones that most parents never consider, at least not after their child hits three years of age. But our little clothing-shredder, the one and only Samantha, has suddenly and unexpectedly rejected her pull-ups. Or Depends or Attends or Assures or whatever brand is in the house right now.
We thought this would never happen. I tried to get her to wear underwear to bed in the past and she looked at me like I was cruel and demented. So I just shrugged and let her continue to wear them. They didn't serve much purpose. Working with someone who wears them all the time, I believe this to be a common problem. The "protective undergarment" i.e. pull-ups, just don't work well on adults. Oh, sure, they're probably great for older women who pee every time they sneeze, (I have wished I was wearing "protective undergarments" when I've sneezed before, rather than having to change my clothes), but that is about it. If you're going to pee, these garments saturate and you still have to change your clothes and/or your bedding.
However, they help contain the deluge. And although Sam is often dry in the morning, she often is not, as well. Which means more, much more laundry. But still...we don't really care. She's 13. She's autistic. But she wears panties all night. And we're proud of her.
However, the shredding continues with a vengeance. We have a friend who volunteers at H2O and he is always on the look out for Sam clothes. Now she wants to wear panties all the time and she doesn't want to wear ones that have been repaired--her Frankenstein underwear.
She is also refusing school once again and Mick is going insane. Since the Winter break she has gone to school for about two weeks. No wonder Mick is insane. The marker destruction continues and our hot tub is an unlovely shade of purplish brown. She continues to want to drive. The keys remain hidden. She discovered that a house key won't do the trick and I was just relieved that she didn't break it off in the ignition.
Like the title of the movie, Something's Gotta Give. What, when, we don't know. Soon, we hope. Very soon. Stay tuned. In the meantime, we focus on the positive, and those night-time panties are a very big accomplishment. Congratulations, Sam, and you still don't get to drive.
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